Tuesday, April 12, 2011

it's no secret. i hate winter. that season of dormancy, darkness and cold. motivation escapes me. not a single fiber of my being is alive. my time is spent curled up in a ball trying to keep my bones warm while my spirit plummets. seasonal affective disorder. it's the winterizing of my soul. as the daylight wans i teeter into that dark, cold abyss. my soul falls dead asleep without feeling or hope. nature uses this time to rest. to reflect, rejuvenate, and replant. i am now, slowly, taking my cues from nature. and as the days begin to lengthen and the light begins to brighten i find myself waking up.

me and the boy i live with.

about me

i am wife to 1, mother to 3, mil to 3, nana to 10. i love family, interior design, before and afters, black and white, pink, brighton, summer, mountains, coke zero, patty tacos, and my faith. honesty and loyalty are important to me. i'm glad that i still get butterflies when the boy i live with comes home. i wish i were thinner, smarter, and wittier. i wish i had better handwriting. but i am happy, satisfied and grateful. my pocketbook is full.